Xu Xiangbei stepped forward and grabbed Chen Pingfan by the collar, patting his shoulder with a friendly face, saying, "What do I want to do, what can I do? Didn't you say your sister committed suicide out of love and is lying in the hospital? Come on, let's go see her together!"
To someone who didn't know better, they might have thought they were very good friends.
"No, big brother..." Chen Pingfan almost fell to his knees, speaking in utter distress. Just as he opened his mouth, he saw Xu Xiangbei's expression change.
He swiftly changed his words: "No, dad, I was wrong, I really was wrong, your son knows his mistake, I don't even have a sister!"
Sweat trickled down his forehead; to someone unaware, it might have seemed like he was crying. A grown man shedding cat urine.
Xu Xiangbei's face darkened: "So you wronged me just now!"
"Dad, your son didn't do it on purpose, I know I was wrong, please let me go!" Chen Pingfan pleaded desperately, almost kneeling to Xu Xiangbei.
